Oh No… Am I Next?!

On May 11, 2014, before celebrating Mother’s day (May 12th) with Mama and the rest of my family, I was invited by my dearest best friend Luigi to his wedding.

The matrimonial celebration was simple but MEANINGFUL. There weren’t any flashy stuff or drama — just pure fun amongst family, friends, and well-wishers. Amidst the fuss to take photos with the newly wed couple, I was able to grab my moment with my Bhezy-groom and his pretty wifey:


From left to right: Riza (bride), Bhezy/Luigi (groom), and me. :)

From Immaculate Concepcion Parish Church, from where the wedding ceremony was officiated, everyone proceeded to Aristrocrat, Malate, Manila. Being the post-wedding reception venue, that was where all the planned and UNEXPECTED happened.

Indeed, the UNEXPECTED.

Well, as far as the wedding coordinator and the family of the couple are concerned, I would say everything went smoothly and accordingly. Things seemed to be perfectly executed. As expected, one of the “highlights” of any wedding celebration is the throwing of bouquet over a bunch of expecting single ladies.

Okay, maybe not really “expecting”.

Anyway, I was among the gals who participated in the I’ll-throw-the-bouquet-and-whoever-catches-it-marries-next. And believe it or don’t, I fully submitted to its rules. Oh dear, for the love of my best friend! So there: we gathered behind Riza, the bride. Then, we held our hands up as she threw the bouquet of white flowers that she held then. Since we had an epic-fail of throwing-and-catching twice in a row, we had to make it good during the third attempt.

And guess who caught the bouquet…

DARN. I did! And seriously, having done so still bothers me even up to now… *palpitations* (Now, you know why I had to capitalize “UNEXPECTED”.)


The laced garter in the left was put to my right thigh by one of the single guys “summoned” by Luigi. Poor guy, for all I knew, he was only there to drive Luigi’s uncle to the reception area. Hahaha…

According to superstitions told by older folks, anyone who catches the bouquet and the garter, during the wedding celebration, will marry next. Upon remembering this, I’ve gone literally frantic that time and texted my mom about it. Only to find out that Mama considers what happened, which seemed to be an urgent thing that time, as a laughing matter. Thank you, Ma. So encouraging!

But then you know, eventually, I realized that all these fuss are nothing but superstitious beliefs. It still depends upon me when I am ready to “tie the knot” — if I would be ready to do it at all! So instead of letting such wedding myth control me, I made the most out of it.



With the lovely Daisy, Luigi’s eldest sister. :)


(Bhezy, you’re gonna pay for this… LOL)


But in all fairness, I kinda look good in my white bouquet show-off.

What do you think? ;)

I Want to Be Just Like Teresita

Friends and loved ones would always ask me about my “ideal” age to settle down; that is, to get married and have children. Oh boy, I always evaded questions like that. For one, I really don’t know how to respond properly. Next, I’ve always believed there is no such thing as that “ideal” age. And for god’s sake — I’m only twenty five years old!

But deep within – in my remote consciousness – I’m pretty convinced that I wouldn’t be able to marry and be the mother our society expects me to be.

Or maybe not.

Whenever I say “No, I wouldn’t want to get married”, “I wouldn’t find the right guy for me”, and other lame excuses, my friends and loved ones would always be “bothered”. They think there’s something I breed with resentment. Worst, they imagine that I am a lesbian or something (Yes, I think that one is hard core STEREOTYPING!) And as I repeat those remarks, they are becoming more convinced that there really is something wrong with me.

For the record, there isn’t anything that complicates my life, enough to make me think horrible about marriage and motherhood. In fact, I’ve always regarded these as two of the most important milestones a woman should hurdle, if not accomplish. Besides, who wouldn’t want to experience the joys of marriage and motherhood — two of the gazillion things my family showed and rooted me into, with flying colors?

In case I do become a wife and mother, I can only hope that I’d be just like Teresita – my mother.


My momma, Teresita (or “Terry” as we fondly call her), with our pops. :)

Now, I think one of the major reasons behind my evasiveness to marriage and motherhood is my fear not to be as good as my mother. I am scared to death not to become the kind of woman who, like her, is loving, affectionate, and supportive to her husband. I fear the notion of having to experience failure of making my marriage work when it goes “on-the-rocks”. And I am pretty sure I’d be shattered to “fine” pieces if I don’t get to raise my future children, just the way Mama did on me and my two younger brothers.

And until I have enough courage to get out of my shell and be as brave and courageous as Mama had done to face her life with us, I think I wouldn’t be worthy of the title “wife” and “mother”.

Happy Mother’s day to the best warrior whom I’ve seen battle all wars and challenges life has to offer — with glam and style! Thank you for giving me a clear blueprint of how this little girl in me could “grow up” to become the fine lady you’d want me to be.

We love you, Ma!